I dined at Mr.
Clifford's and indeed staid a few days with them, had called to congratulate
them on the birth of a daughter. In the afternoon Anna and I went out to look
for some Calico for Mrs. Smith, we were to return immediately, but instead of
that, we staid and drank Tea with Betsey Guest, — sad girls, sad girls! — but
we really could not help it, our cloaks and bonnets were taken off by force,
and locked up — but that was from our desire, as we found they were determined
to keep us, we begged they would secure them, which they accordingly did; —
worse and worse! — worse and worse!
SOURCE: “Extracts
from the Journal of Miss Sarah Eve,” The Pennsylvania Magazine of
History and Biography, Vol. 5, No. 1 (1881), p. 24
